Reasons an FP/anyone may not have replied to you yet
I know that a lot of us with BPD- and other disorders such as anxiety, DPD, paranoia etc- can get really worried when those we care about don’t reply- or anyone! We worry they hate us, are angry, are leaving us, are hurt. So, here’s a list of possible reasons why they may not be replying that aren’t those!
They’re asleep. This is kinda subjective to the time they’re in, but this included naps! Sometimes people fall asleep suddenly, or fall asleep before your reply
They’re busy. They made need to focus on something, or not be allowed on their phone. Or, they want to save their reply to you for when they can put their full attention on you and give a proper reply
They’re unsure how to reply yet. sometimes people need time to think of how to reply, and want to give a proper one
They don’t feel like talking to anyone right now. It’s not that they don’t wanna talk to you specifically- they may just be socially drained or want to focus on themselves!
They’re not in a mental place where they can reply to you. This includes perhaps they’re dissociating, or can’t think straight to reply
Their phone is dead. Plain and simple
Their wifi dropped. Same again
They’re taking pleasure time. Video games, reading anything. Sometimes people need time to relax- it doesn’t mean that they don’t enjoy talking to you, they just wanna fully immerse themselves in their activity.
They’re interacting with someone/in a situation where it’s not appropriate to use their phone. Maybe at dinner, church, a lesson, anything
They suddenly have to deal with something urgent.
They forgot. I know this one is scary/hurts- but it doesn’t mean you’re not important to them! Maybe they saw your message whilst busy, thought they need to reply later, then forgot. Some people also have memory issues that mean they forget to reply to things.
They’re not logged into what you talk in. This goes esp for facebook/tumblr
They havn’t got your message. This can be for lots of reasons! Bad connection, app is broken, phone is slow, anything like that
so i’m catching up on the one point korean lessons and is no one talking about the fact that jackson said ‘라면 먹고 갈래’/wanna go eat ramen (the korean equivalent of netflix and chill) AGAIN and stared at jaebum while everyone else was just awkwardly silent or did i just miss the memo bc like
i’m sorry if you can’t read korean but like look at hIS FACE AND THEN JUST
BAMBAM EITHER TRYING TO DIFFUSE THE SITUATION OR NOT UNDERSTANDING AND THEN THE CHERRY ON TOP IN CASE YOU DIDN’T NOTICE
tHIS SHIT????? jackbum just WTF LOOK AT THEM i’m out
the album red by taylor swift (2012) is the most beautiful piece of art that has ever been produced. it’s the perfect fall album to sit and listen to while you’re sipping on apple cider and reading your favorite book. it has bops, beats, and ballads. you wanna dance around in your room? you have we are never ever getting back together, 22, i knew you were trouble. you wanna listen to heartbreaking ballads? you have the last time, sad beautiful tragic, all too well, i almost do. you wanna listen to songs that are happy? you can listen to starlight, holy ground, stay stay stay, everything has changed. you wanna listen to songs with lyrics that make your heart burst? you can listen to begin again, state of grace, treacherous, the lucky one, red. not to mention that the deluxe edition is also beautiful as well. i don’t care if it wasn’t “sonically cohesive” because it has everything an album needs and i still think it deserved album of the year!!!!!!
summary : peter, hopeless romantic that he is, has a cache of love letters, all addressed to you, hidden under his bed and expertly crafted. he never anticipated them being read, or the feelings he has for you being returned.
word count : 3.1k (holy fucking hell i’m sorry)
Peter couldn’t help it, the way that he was. He was a romantic at a heart, though the awkwardness of him had a tendency to prevail rather than the confident, smooth talking, small part of him that had a desperate desire to reveal itself. Spider-man was as suave as a fifteen year old boy could be; Peter Parker was awkward, inept at participating in normal, human conversation and often incapable of forming coherent sentences more often than not. He wasn’t the best at talking to people besides Ned and Aunt May and- on occasion- Tony Stark. Especially not you. If there was one person that he turned into an absolute bumbling, ridiculous mess around, it was you. He loathed himself for it, sure that you thought that he was weird, annoying, the same way that anyone who didn’t know him assumed he was.
Ned, however, continuously insisted that you found Peter to be a sweetheart, like anyone who got to know him well enough did, and that you liked him very much- perhaps more than a friend, though Peter had immediately scoffed at the notion. It was out of the question, downright ludicrous. But, of course, Ned had implanted the idea in Peter’s head, and now the boy’s ever creative mind refused to stop constructing various scenarios in which you were Peter’s girlfriend and he was as happy as he had ever been.
While he had been a perfectly charming boyfriend in each and every one of those little dream sequences of his, he was hopelessly lost for words whenever you approached him, unable to even ask what class you had next, let alone reveal the pure adoration he had been holding on to ever since you had been placed beside him in Bio in your freshman year. You had always been the one to stick up for him and smile at him and treat him like a decent human being, and so of course he fell for you, and now he could barely look you in the eye without his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. So, he bottled his feelings and let them out in a way he had never known could help him.
He wrote to you every single day and poured his heart out in every single letter and expressed every thought he knew, in his heart, he would never be able to say out loud. Writing what he felt was so much simpler than saying the words out loud. That was what he assumed, anyhow. He took his pen and placed it down on the paper, starting it the same way he always did.
Dear Y/N… As always, the words spilled over from his mind to the paper as if he wasn’t thinking, just writing and writing and writing until he had filled two pages without lifting his curly head from the paper once. When he finally finished, a yawn stretching across his mouth, he noticed Aunt May standing outside his door. He turned his chair around, raising his eyebrows at her.
“Writing to that pretty girl again?” She asked, hand on her hip but wearing a knowing, soft grin. Peter, not bothering to feign shock, nodded solemnly and placed his pen down the paper. “You should think about maybe, oh I don’t know, actually giving her one of the letters you’ve written?”
Adamantly, Peter shook his head. “May, I could never. You don’t get it.” He swiveled around in the chair, spinning it until he was dizzy. “These letters are embarrassing. They’re practically my whole heart and soul on a piece of paper. She’d scream and run away if she read how I felt about her.” He sighed, placing his elbow on the edge of the desk and resting his cheek in his hand. He stared up at his aunt, still craving her sage advice. May stared back at him thoughtfully.
“Well, in my personal experience,” she came over and gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze, eyeing the letter that was signed with Peter’s name, “girls are suckers for love letters. And you Parker men write the best ones out there. Trust me.”
Peter bit his lip. “Yeah, sure, I’m not an awful writer. But, I still can’t give them to her. I just can’t.” Before she could say anything else, he was folding it up and placing it on top of the shelf on his desk next to his books for English. “Uncle Ben was different. He was charming. You know that.”
May smiled wistfully. “I do.”
“And that’s one thing that I didn’t get from him,” Peter finished, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up from his swivel chair. “It’s fine.” He waved it off. “I’m happy suffering in silence. I’m gonna go to bed. Big English project starts tomorrow. Love you,” he kissed May on the cheek as she left his bedroom, switching the light off in her departure. He stared at the wall once he was situated in bed, mulling the conversation over in his head. Maybe May’s right. Maybe telling Y/N wouldn’t be as bad as I’m thinking. Maybe I’m overreacting. Actually, never mind. She probably hates me. Ugh. Life sucks.
That morning, when he arrived in his English class, you were sitting in the seat that had been previously occupied by Ned pretty much every class since the beginning of the school year. Sucking in a breath, Peter took his first step into the classroom. He knew he was a little late to today’s lesson, but he hadn’t realized he was a full fifteen minutes behind schedule. Ned was in the back with Michelle, giving Peter an encouraging thumbs up when he noticed his best friend finally arrive on the scene. Peter gave him the finger.
“Mr. Parker, lovely for you to join us!” Ms. Matthews declared when he decided to shove himself through the door, his heart jackhammering away in his chest and making its way up to his throat. He kind of wanted to throw up.
“Um, yeah, well, you know, sleep and whatnot- overslept, haha,” he coughed out a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. The teacher nodded with faux sympathy, though he could tell she didn’t care that much for his explanation. “I’ll just, um, sit. Down.”
“Next to Y/N, please,” She instructed, waving her hand in your direction. “Since you were late and unable to choose your own partner, surprising since usually Ned is so eager to work with you, Y/N offered to be your partner.” The teacher gave you a fond smile, as every teacher did. “She can explain the details of the assignment.”
Peter gave her a stiff nod before sliding into his chair, and you noticed how rigid he was as he turned toward you with a slight frown. He seemed extremely upset to be working with you, but you wouldn’t let that get in the way. You liked Peter. Really, truly liked him. He was a sweetie whenever he actually talked to and different than the rest of the guys at Midtown. He was genuine.
Giving him your full attention, you beamed at him. “Hey, Peter,” you said cheerfully. He gave you a small smile in return, wringing his hands under the desk. He couldn’t stop fidgeting. Your own smile dropped, which he noticed immediately and felt awful about. “Sorry you didn’t get paired up with Ned,” you continued, taking your books out of your shoulder bag. “I know you would’ve preferred it that way-”
“No!” He interrupted quickly, practically slamming his hands down on the desk so hard you jumped in your seat, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry, I just, um,” he laughed a little, his cheeks burning, “I’m, um, happy to have you as a partner. Really, I am,” he added as an afterthought, just to make sure you knew.
Your shoulders relaxed as you looked at him. “You’re not just saying that, right? You seem awfully stiff,” you teased, poking his uncomfortably positioned arm as you quirked a brow.
“Do I?” He was practically sweating.
“I was just joking, Pete. It’s cute, anyway.” Peter’s eyes, a shade of brown that you had come to think of as warm as honey, went wide and he gaped at you, but you pretended not to notice. “So, for the assignment we have to write a short story based on one of the assigned reading books this year.”
She called me cute.
“Shit… I think I forgot all of mine,” you were mumbling, your head practically stuck in your bag. “Did your bring yours, Peter?”
Oh my god, she thinks I’m cute. She thinks I’m cute. I’m going to faint.
You snapped your fingers in front of his cherry red face, trying not to appear as amused as you felt. He blinked owlishly, an apologetic half smile, half grimace on his face. He was cute most of the time, but especially when he smiled, even if it was only a forced, awkward one. “Do you have your books, Peter?” You repeated kindly.
“Um, sorry, I’ll check,” he answered, embarrassed about his utterly obvious staring that had just occurred. He rummaged around in his backpack before realizing he had forgotten them, as well. He popped back up, curls in disarray as his head brushed against the fabric of his bag. “I forgot them, sorry,” he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. It was kind of adorable.
“You need to stop apologizing for everything, Pete,” you laughed. “It’s fine. We can get started after school. My place or yours?” You were already packing your things, and before he could think about what he was about to do, he said, “Mine.”
“Cool,” you grinned again, a grin that made him want to smile for the rest of his life. “Which one of is doing the writing? Or do you want to split it?”
“You’re a, um, fantastic writer,” he told you, having read your submissions to the school newspaper more times than he could count. “If you wanna take over, you can. I can edit and stuff.”
“Aw, I’m not that good,” you shook your head abashedly, looking down at your lap. “But thank you, Peter. I’m sure you’re great, too, though. Are you sure you don’t wanna write some of it?”
“I’m not much of a writer.”
So, you were in Peter Parker’s room. He was having his third heart attack of the day, and was incredibly grateful that he had managed to keep his wits about him for majority of the day. He had only tripped over his words five times, tripped literally twice, and dropped his Metro card once, but it was fine. You helped him back each time he fell with your usual grace, barely acknowledging his multiple social faux pas and only laughing once because he fell over a small dog- which even he would admit was pretty funny.
Still, his palms were sweaty around you and he didn’t know how he was going to survive working so close to you for the next week while the English assignment was occurring. He lead you into his apartment and you noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he twisted the keys in the lock. You walked into the apartment, the first thing crossing your mind was how cozy and homelike it was. You liked it very much.
“It’s really cute in here,” you said, smiling around the room as Peter busied himself with a glass of water. He downed it quickly. “Where’s your aunt?”
“Work,” he replied, catching his breath after the gulping down of his water. “Here, let’s go to my room.” He placed his glass of water on the counter and motioned for you to follow him, opening the door to his room and wincing at the mess in there. “It’s a mess, sorry about that.”
You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Didn’t I say stop apologizing?” You entered his room as if you had been there many times before, taking your shoes off and setting them by the door. You threw your bag on his bed and took a seat in his swivel chair, and he liked how natural it seemed for you to be in his room. He liked how comfortable you were, sitting there. Something about it made him happy.
“Yeah, my bad,” he shrugged. You tilted your head, pointing your finger at him while he raised his hands defensively. “It wasn’t technically an apology!” He took a step out of the room. He was finally being normal around you, he realized delightedly. He would still need more water, though. He could feel his mouth getting dry. “I’m gonna get more water. Want anything?” You shook your head, spinning around in the chair as he left.
Your eyes scanned over his desk, taking in every inch of Peter Parker’s life. He had bad books stacked everywhere, his desk was a mess, there were clothes thrown about the room. Star Wars posters, Avengers posters, notes scattered across the desk. You admired the artful messiness of it all. You leaned up to where his English books were, spotting the one you were most interested in and yanking it off the shelf. As you did, a folded piece of paper fluttered down off the shelf, just when Peter was walking back into the room.
“I thought you said you weren’t a writer, Pete,” you raised your eyebrows at him, holding the letter in your hand and waving it at him.
He almost threw up right there. “Um, I’m not, please give that back,” he reached for it, but you jumped out of the chair, raising the letter high in the air. “Y/N!” He whined, grabbing for it again. “C’mon, please,” he pleaded desperately, pouting at you with such intensity it almost made you want to give it to him.
“Can’t I just read a sentence, Peter?” You pushed out your bottom lip, batting your eyelashes at him.
He almost gave in. “No, Y/N. Seriously, give it back.” He sounded scared now, upset as well. You pursed your lips, handing it back to him. He was so anxious about you reading it that it dropped on the floor, opening far enough so that you could see your name scrawled across the top in Peter’s defining chicken scratch handwriting.
“That says my name, so now I have to read it.” You stood directly in front of Peter, hands pressed together in a pleading motion, the expression on your face so genuinely interested that he had to give it to you. He picked it back up with a lump in his throat and handed it over, scared as ever. But this was what May had advised. Maybe she’d be right.
“Dear Y/N,” you read aloud in a loud, terrible accent, glancing back up at Peter as you read the line after that. He was staring down at the floor, preparing himself for what you were going to say when you read the letter, read his heart. You sat in his chair, realizing it’d be better if you didn’t read it so publicly. He sat down on his bed, waiting.
Dear Y/N. This is maybe the tenth letter I’ve written to you, and each time I say the same thing, so if one day you are reading this in proper succession, I’m sorry for being so utterly repetitive. You’ll probably never read this, though. And that’s why it’s so easy for me to write. I think you’re the only person to ever truly be interested in me when I’m talking about science. Not even Ned has an attention span that long. But you do. And you don’t know how much I want to thank you for that. You make it really difficult to not like you, to not be in love with you. I think that’s what it is… love. And if I’m not in love with you yet, then I’m certainly falling for you. Who wouldn’t? You’re a wonderful person without trying, you’re a beautiful hurricane, a sunset on the horizon of my bleakest hours, and you make me feel as if I’ve been standing in the sunshine for my entire life.
You put the letter down, smoothing it over your lap. You didn’t need to read the rest. That was enough. Peter gazed at you now, the way you’ve yearned to be looked at before, and you shamed yourself for being so blind these past two years. He wasn’t simply just staring. He was looking. Admiring. You slid next to Peter, placing the letter behind you. He moved his hand, curling his fingers around yours tentative as ever. Your free hand grazed up the side of his face, toying with the hair on the back of his neck before resting on his cheek. He shut his eyes. When he opened them again, you were so close that he was able to count each individual eyelash that you had, every single fleck of pure beauty in your deep eyes.
“I like you very much, Peter Parker,” you murmured. He felt his heart soar, and then, he felt himself kiss you. It was an out of body experience. He was there, he was the one kissing you, the one who had initiated it, but it felt like he wasn’t. He was up in the clouds, too far lost in the way it felt to run his hands through your hair as he had always dreamed of to notice Aunt May sneaking past the door, overjoyed to see Peter finally with the girl he had been loving in silence for far too long. You pulled away from each other, eyes opening slowly and hesitantly and your lips practically still connected.
He wanted to tell her that he adored her, but Aunt May’s voice flowed from the kitchen too loud to overpower his thoughts. “You read her the letter, didn’t you? I told you it’d work! Worked for your Uncle Ben and I was right as I always am!”
He jumped up from the bed, sticking his head out of the doorway and pressing his finger to his lips. “Maaaayyyy, you’re embarrassing me,” he whispered-yelled, practically whined. “You were right, okay? Thank you, let me go get a girlfriend now. The girlfriend.” She beamed at him, but no one’s smile could shine brighter than Peter’s.
He retreated back into the room, and you were clutching the letter in your hands. You looked up at him hopefully. “I was thinking that maybe you could read me the other nine letters. If you’re up for it.”
Peter couldn’t possibly say no, taking a page out of his Uncle Ben’s book the way he should have done in the first place as he found the hiding spot for the stack of letters he had been writing for the past few months, sliding them over to you and feeling confident for the first time in a long time.
Valentine's Day, right around the corner. MC and I have been on zero dates. So I got her a Valentine's Day card, but I didn't wanna seem "too eager," so I got cards for everyone in the RFA to kind of dilute it a little bit.
*accidentally mixes up the cards before handing them out*
[reading Saeyoung's card] You brighten my day with the sound of your voice, you bring so much laughter and love, you're everything to me, and I was so blessed when God sent you here to me.
surrounded the early morning, light peeking from the curtains, shadows playing
tricks on walls, white sheets mustered messily on the mattress, and two people so
terribly engulfed in the shine of each other’s eyes.
The woman slept
soundly, hugging a body pillow, bare naked, breathing evenly as her legs
tangled possessively around the cotton. Her beautiful, smooth skin was painted
with purple and blue, patches of rough love showing proudly as if they were her
The man was
sitting up, back facing her and his feet touching the cold wood, fingers
cascading through his ruffled strands as his ribs rattled with shaky breaths.
His face was contorted with thought, polished with a lovely pink and dark
circles of sleep deprivation. Had he slept a wink, he did not know.
But he sat there
with his lovely, pale skin, contemplating about something one would think silly
to do so, but still he thought.
And then, he
rubbed his face in utter frustration, slapping his cheeks as if to ready
himself, and then faced you, hands lingering above your rising back. And he
spoke quietly, carefully, but oh so lovingly.
His breath tingled
your cheek, his raspy voice tainted with early morning haze automatically made
you smile. You stirred from your slumber slowly, fingers readily reaching
for his that were gently touching your skin. Your eyes cracked open when you
mustered enough energy to do so, lazily staying still and breathing for a few
seconds before rising, blanket covering your body strategically.
He waited in
adoration as you closed your eyes again, sitting there with your head down and
your hair splaying all over your face. You rubbed your face whilst sighing,
curling your legs before moving your head side-to-side, the cracking sounds of
your bones filling the air.
And then you faced
him with a smile, momentarily adjusting your eyes to the sight of him sitting
there in front of you, bare chested and smiling thinly, hands curled and expression
You gave him a
questioning look before reaching to unravel his fingers, slipping yours into his
comfortably before your voice, a ringing fairy bell, pulled him back into
earth, away from the clouds of his wandering mind.
Granted, it wasn’t
perfect. Your voice was a bit raspy but Yoongi loved every pitch, tone, accent
your throat had devoted itself to making. Because ultimately it was yours.
He trembled at
your touch, trying to breathe as evenly as he could, staring at your knuckles
and playing with your joints.
“So I’ve been
You gave a little
whisper of oh no, automatically making him chuckle and you quickly delivering a
grin. “Go on.”
He cleared his
throat, licking his lips tentatively before rushing up to face you.
“I love you.”
knitted in confusion, silence stretching out longer than Yoongi had hoped for.
started out slowly, still a little taken aback, “That’s great, Yoongi, but why
tell me at… four in the morning?”
You wanted to
laugh at the absurdity of this man, but you could tell he had spent time going
over this in his head, again and again and again.
“No, no, no,” He
rushed, shaking his head as his eyes widened, “I love you.”
He had gotten
closer to you, stressing this fact, holding onto you with heightened strength.
And you stared back, mouth slightly agape and eyes blinking in surprise before
your lips cracked into a lovely smile. You slipped your hands slowly to shape
his face, thumb rubbing over his cheeks with soft care, moving his fringe from
his eyes that had watered down its intensity.
“What exactly were
you thinking about, hm?” You hummed softly, moving to tap your forehead to his.
He breathed refreshingly,
closing his eyes momentarily as you went to slide onto his lap, kissing the
crown of his head as you stroked his noir strands.
“I was thinking
about how,” He inhaled, fluttering his eyelashes against your skin, “How
beautiful you are.”
You pulled back to
give him an amused smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I thought about
how, the expanse of your skin is the only place I find comfort in.” He said
this before kissing your neck, a slow, adoring peck.
“I thought about
how kind you are to me, how supportive and encouraging you’ve always been, even
on the nights I don’t come home.” He whispered sadly, mindlessly messing with a
strand of your hair.
understanding, and caring, and even though sometimes you throw a fit, you admit
the wrongdoings you’ve done. You’re a good person, a lovely one, someone who
has easily become such an important part of my life, I…can’t explain how much
you truly mean to me.”
You sat there in
silence, gazing at his lips that uttered poetry, before kissing him sweetly.
understand why he was praising you so highly, but it didn’t hurt to hear once
in a while. Your heart had done cartwheels and your mind exploded with
fireworks. Yoongi was never one to openly express how he felt, so when he began
with a love confession, even as you were filled with confusion, you fell in
love with him all over again.
He returned the
kiss softly, touching the small of your back to move you in closer before
breaking it, the faint sound of your lips separating made his heart ache, because
even then he had already missed it. You gave him an amorous smile, giggling
before kissing his nose.
began, raking your fingers through his tresses, “I love you too.”
He sighed, it being
filled with so much pure ecstasy and infatuation, you couldn’t explain the
Yoongi sat there regrettably
as you kissed him again, arms wrapped around his pale body, that wasn’t shaking
with anxiety, but with adoration and admiration.
He regretted not
being able to tell you how your eyes resembled gems in the sky, twinkling
always. How your skin was never cold, how your hair always smelled like morning
dew, how the way you sang in the shower always reminded him of joyous children,
how the way you loved was so sincere and affectionate he would never get tired
He regretted not
being able to tell you how your texts still give him butterflies, how your
tears (though rare) always rained down on him with piles of guilt, because such
an angel as you need not to cry, need not to feel sad.
But he can tell
you all of this soon, and he will, but maybe next time, a ring will be hidden
in a bouquet of roses along with the future of what’s to come.
Well,I don’t know how to use tumblr, but, I wanna tell you something.
Hi~! in first place, i don’t speak inglish, I’m trying to.
(Plus, I wanted send you this before, but, my last count don’t work, so I erase that :’c )
Now, i’m nervious, heh, the thing is; The first time I saw your draws, I like them. I knew you art when you worked in the story about Peaper Jam and Fresh (That then you do the first “Freshpeaper” :3 )
, then, i’m start to seach you, it be hard to me, Afternoon three days, finally, I found you tumblr, and I remember I was like: “Ohh no, its all in inglish! :’c “ that’s beacuse, before know you, the inglish was a rock in my shoes, and I hated xD even so, I read the stories, the things you’ll create 2 weeks afther and all before. And, slowly, i’m start to understend!! Even my mom was surpriced Hahah, you help me to like english too much, and that wasen’t all!! To understend better Jammy and Fresh histori , i’m start to order they, like “time line” and, well, thats be Soooo hard, at the same time I was arranging, you stand creating. In first place, I wanna just order that Story, but even if others don’t have sentence for me, they are cool too, and I think “Well, why not? i’m gonna order all her draws! cause their are amazing!” Aaaaand here comes my best Breaking-Brain-Ever, cause you have a lot crazy ideas! XD and that is great! but i’m didn’t know how to do them “time line”, again, i’m start to read all the asks of others, an then I understood beter, too beter. I’m notice, one day, when I was end finally! that you draw a LOOOOT of draws every day, that only makes me feel special, you work was soo ofthen, and then I felt you’re more than amazing, ¿awesome? I dont know, just Wooah. Every day, start to be an habit visit you tumblr to order new draws, start to look more their faces, your own stile, you inpired me! For 2 years i had “Pain tool sai” in my computer, and I nerver use to nothing, but, in dicember, of last year i’m start! and I like :3 making my own caracters, chibis, was soo cool. I like a lot things of you do, more specifically, the faces and expressions you make, or you line art, and the design of your caracters, and others factors, you humor XD and how, “WOAHHH” is for me little things then others maybe don’t care to much, like you know inglish, french, and well, the last was.. uh ¿arabian? Soo sorry, I dont remember too well (/-\) after you, I’m start to look others cool artists, like jakei and joku for example, but you’ll still my favorite artist, you do too much for me, and I want to say you THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! <3 afther this, maybe I can ask you things like normal followers XD
Yup, 2.222 pictures only yours :’D and couting, Love U~!
tbh he’s more like a close friend of yours that you tolerate
super super flirty you know he has multiple people on him but he calls you his “favorite”
“i could eat here all day with you” grins at you then back at his food
someone could make a stupid dick joke and he’s smirking one of those “you know you want this” smirk
and it’s directed to you and only you
if you were to lay your legs across his lap, he’d pull them up since they were “slipping” but he leaves his hand on your thighs ??????
is the type to check out girls when you hang out like i can see the both of you at a table and you guys are like chillin n drinkin some boba and someone would walk past him and he’s drinking his drink and his eye brows are raised, eyes never leaving the girl
or he does the nudge and nod thing while grinning
waits for you after school cause he’s your ride
and the daily is him leaning against car, swinging his keys on his fingers and checking his phone
“why can’t u just wait in the car????”
“cause i know u enjoy the view baby girl” fingers under ur chin as he does a signature squish smile to tease u and walks around the car to get in
starts the engine and looks hot as he runs his fingers through your hair
hAND ON THE BACK OF YOUR CHAIR, ARM IN UR VIEW AS HE’S BA CKI N UP, ONE HAND T URN I N TH E WH E E L !!!
you think its over
but then he puts his hand on your thigh
👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌
imagine late night dinners with him
like yall have a tuesday night rituals of just eating at a diner
with really shitty chili cheese fries and burgers
oddly enough, you both like the strawberry milkshake with an extra scoop of vanilla ice cream
he loves surprises
and never fails to mention it constantly
sitting in a car till 2 in the morning
having casual conversations about his hook ups
“yea, she was alright but i mean i’ve had better” he shrugged
and you roll your eyes every time
“kang daniel, no one is ever good enough for you”
“well yea cause the best has never bothered to hook up with me” he smirks over at you
will N E V E R stop trying honestly boy is persistent
but the worst part is, he’s not annoying
he’s sO slick about it, like he’s so sMOOTh
like he’s not thirsty and beggin for entrance inside ur pants
he’s just playing with th e loops on the waistband
figuratively and physically
arms around your waist as you guys walk down the street
blames it on the fact that you’re too slow not cause he’s thirsty or anything
omg imagine going to a party with you
is lw protective?? but not really ??
you wore something tight and slightly revealing and he groans
“did you really have to go full hoe tonight ????”
when u get a little too drunk, he’s making consistent check ups
he doesn’t need any sleazy asshole tryin to pick you up
but at the same time, he’s quite distracted by the girl he’s making out with
then he hears ur giggle just pass him like a wind
he detaches his lips from whoever that is and sees that some random boy has his body slung over yours
seems like he’s leading you upstairs
oooOOOH HEEEELLL N O O
and he’s dashing over to you
he yanks the guy off you
“are you trying to take advantage of her?” he asks, voice deep and glare deadly
“nnOOooO daniel, he’s m y freind!!!” u slurred and giggled
“you heard the lady, we’re chill” and he nods over to you with a smirk
“what’s his name then?” he’d ask you, eyes rolling
“i dunno !!!” u laughed
and that’s enough for him to punch the guy right in the nose
which leads to lots of attention
“heeEEeeeyYY !! nOT ok Ay!!!!” u messily tried to push him off
instead, daniel just pulls you behind him
the guy is getting up, ears red of anger and he tries to throw punch at daniel
but daniel just kicks him down might i say lookin pretty hot too like dayum
“don’t even bother you idiot” he hovered over the dude before he leads you over him and out of the party
of course he’s sobered up so he drives you home
but goddamn can you not shut the fuck up ???
“daniel, that w AS soOoOO hOT” u groaned and leaned against the seat
“mhm thats nice babe”
“nO serioUsLY suP Er hOT”
and he’s having the time of his life just listening to u be dumb
when he gets you home, he tucks your whiney ass in and leaves a cup of water and some painkillers on your nightstand
and he’s satisfied with just you mumbling a thank you as he leaves to sleep on your couch
you wake him and he’s just teasing you all morning
honestly, you guys are pretty close
like who else does he tell his hook up stories to besides seungwoo?? no one
he trusts you a lot but of course he’d never say that
and you know he cares for you a lot so you put a lot of trust in him too
every time anything gets boarderline cheesy or “friendship is magic!”-y, he’ll throw a pick up line at you
“you know dan, you really aint that bad”
“well anything for u baby girl” and he winks
but you’re both fully aware you two would never date
it was just weird ????? like dan and u r just friends honestly
even if you do respond to sex jokes like once or twice
you guys just have this weird bond ??
though he seems real chill nd cooOoooOoOOOoooL, he’s a real cutie/sweetie
you’d never forget when you saw him fanboy about his cats
“well, i love all different types of pussys” and cue wink
overall, gr8 friendship
but he’s horny 24/7
there is a slight chance that you guys might hook up once just cause he’s desperate aF
i see him pinning you down on the bed and he’s like
“don’t you just love surprises?” he’d grin down at you
but definitely prefers you straddling him
leaves way too many hickeys honestly he needs to chill
makes u wear his shirt “just this one time please oh please”
always LOL’s about it to you
“remember when we made ou-”
“yes daniel i know, i was there”
ya’ll have such a weird bond but i mean its one thicc bond
haha i know this is scenario was hecka random but i was just getting pretty bored with the demigod au. that doesn’t mean i’m gonna stop writing them LOL don’t worry. i just needed some variety. hope that it doesn’t upset anyone !!! thanks 4 reading again ya’lls
also, probably not gonna make this into a series because there’s already a decent amount of fuckboi aus of wannaone and this was just a random thingy in my head
also had a royals au planned out but someone else is doing that so i can’t do that either lmao
Hi my friends! I hope you enjoy this fluffy one shot. It was written in one go so please excuse any mistakes.
Plot: Harry and Y/N are utterly in love with each other.
Warnings: None. Well, it will make you want to be with Harry Styles.
Picture isn’t mine. Doesn’t he look just way too good in this one?
“You guys are too much.”
My friend’s words pulled me from my thoughts and for the first time in the past 20 minutes my eyes found a face other than Harry’s.
He was standing among a small group of his mates while I was sitting next to mine on the couch in Jeff’s living-room. The party he was hosting was nice however not half as small as he’d promised it would be, which had lead to me and Harry being separated the moment we arrived. I felt like a clingy, whiny, little girlfriend, the kind I never intended to be. My boyfriend had left my side for almost an hour now and it was enough to dull my mood completely.
Leila arched her brows and grinned knowingly. My cheeks flushed.
Though redundant I asked: “Who are you talking about?”
“You and Harry!” she rolled her eyes, “Obviously! The guy you’ve been eye-fucking for the past hour while he’s done the same thing to you. That man has you undressed in his head I can tell.”
Her harsh words made me shrink back a little and I swallowed the lump in my throat. Leila winked at me before laughing loudly and taking another sip from her drink.
“That’s not even true,” I argued quietly before changing the subject so she couldn’t say anything further.
Of course she hadn’t meant any harm with her words and while there was technically nothing wrong with two people staring at each other while thinking about something steamy, I didn’t like it at all when she suggested it. It wasn’t like Harry and I didn’t occasionally send the other suggestive glances or knowing smiles from across a room but we hadn’t done anything like that tonight.
My eyes searched for him because he was almost like my magnet, my other half. I felt his presence like a warm and electric buzz, leaving my body tingling and longing for him. I was constantly on alert the second he left my side and I only felt truly at peace when he was back with me. When Harry’s orbs searched for me it wasn’t because he imagined me naked in his bed. It was because he wanted nothing more than to leave the stupid conversation he was forced to listen to and instead wanted to be involved into whatever stupid chat he knew I was forced to feign interest for. Harry missed me. His skin was covered in goosebumps and his muscles tense from not having me close, it didn’t matter if we were separated for two minutes or for two hours, the dreadful feeling at the bottom of both of our tummies was the same. Harry was so tender with me and he promised that I treated him gentler than anybody else ever had.
After two months of dating Harry I knew nobody really understood our relationship and I’d found ways to come to terms with that. It was their loss not mine.
A smile pulled at my lips. I didn’t need to look up to know that he was walking towards me and when his arm wrapped itself around my waist I didn’t flinch in surprise. Harry leaned down from his standing position so he could press a loving kiss to my temple before allowing his nose to gently rub against my skin.
“My love,” Harry murmured so only I could hear, “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“I am,” I smiled at him and reached up to caress his cheek and cradle his face in my palm, “And you?”
The warmth of his soft skin and the short stubble made me giggle and I felt my cheeks redden when he kissed my cheek noisily. He chuckled against me when the two girls sitting around me got up quietly to give us some privacy and I reached for his hands to encourage him to sit down. The sofa dipped under his weight and I sighed when he finally wrapped both of his arms around me the way I’d wanted him to do for the past hour.
“I’m having only half as much fun when you’re not with me,” Harry admitted with a huff.
“Me too. Which makes us quite sappy, doesn’t it?”
Harry laughed at that and squeezed me to him. One of my hands rested on his knee, caressing and squeezing the skin while my other wrapped around his arm. I looked up and when his sparkling eyes found mine I leaned in to kiss his jaw. Harry hummed, his arms tightening around me.
“I like that we’re this way with each other,” he told me with a serious expression before breaking into the most gorgeous smile, “So romantic.”
“Me too,” I promised against the skin of his neck, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
We both looked up to find Jeff making his way towards us. He stumbled a bit and came to a halt right in front of our sitting figures. His expression was one of excitement.
“I just got the call from John! We spoke about the studio you wanted to rent and he told me it’s free!”
Harry’s eyes widened. “That’s great!”
“It is!” Jeff agreed, “Come and have a drink with me to celebrate!”
Harry pulled me closer. “M’okay, Jeff. But thanks! I’m quite happy here.”
Jeff rolled his eyes. “C’mon you can feel her up later, mate.”
“Thank you, Jeffrey,” I laughed and he flushed before nudging Harry’s foot with his own.
But Harry shook his head. “Nah, mate, really. I’m good.”
With a roll of his eyes Harry’s manager moved away again and I chuckled quietly.
“Our friends won’t ever invite us anywhere again,” I predicted.
“Great,” Harry laughed, “Means I can keep you to myself. Fine by me if I’m honest.”
“I agree,” I nodded before leaning into him.
My lips found his collarbones while his pressed to my head. Harry’s fingers intertwined with mine, my leg brushed against one of his and I pressed a loving kiss to his tender skin. Harry’s breath fanned over my arm when he leaned down and I gasped quietly before letting him connect our lips in a kiss.
Kissing Harry was something I knew I would never fully get used to.
His lips were soft and gentle when pressed to my own and when he moved them he never forgot to be attentive to what I did. A low moan left his throat and I fisted his hair in a tight grip, answering to his more urgent movements by holding his cheek and jaw with my free hand. His tongue licked my bottom lip and I whimpered quietly. We kissed and held onto each other with nobody disturbing us and when he pulled away from me I blushed at the mess I’d made of my boyfriend’s hair.
Harry’s nose nudged mine and I closed my eyes briefly, breathing his familiar scent in.
“I love you so much,” Harry spoke quietly.
My arms wrapped around his neck tightly in an embrace and I nuzzled his skin.
“I’m so in love with you, Harry,” I whispered.
He hummed. The room around us had gone so quiet in my mind we might as well have been alone. God I did I wish for us to be alone.
“How about we leave?” my voice was quiet and I gently scratched the back of his head.
Harry smiled and shrugged. “Sure, why not? Are you tired, baby?”
“No, but I want to be somewhere where I don’t feel like everybody is judging us for actually being gentle with each other.”
A frown formed on his beautiful face and I reached up to smoothen his skin.
“Who cares about them?” Harry asked quietly, “You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend. You can kiss me as much as you want and I’ll come over to hold you as much as I want regardless if our friends are jealous of that.”
I smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’re right. I shouldn’t overthink everything.”
So we stayed and with Harry sitting by my side, one arm around my body and lips occasionally finding my cheek to kiss, I felt really good. Of course I still noticed Leila’s eyes on us and I could practically see her biting back her comments, but I didn’t care anymore. Just as Harry had said I loved how much we adored each other and how utterly tender we always behaved with the other. It was something the others didn’t understand and that was their problem.
Thank you for reading! Little background to this one: I was sick all week, yesterday was the first time I felt okay enough to eat something properly and now today I got my period which means my body is once again blessed with an immense kind of pain. My life is so great. Anyway it made me really wanna have somebody like the guy in this one shot by my side.
Feel free to listen to it while reading to amp up you emotion level.
(A/N); Look who manage to put out a story again!!! For the first time, I’ve written a song inspired one-shot, so forgive me if it’s not so good. I’m not super proud of some parts in here, you’ll understand why. I did have to change up a little part of the song to fit the story better, you’ll see it when you reach it. Hope you enjoy! (Also, hmu if ya wanna be tagged in my future posts)
Warnings; a single swear word (I think), and a huge amount of angst
Word Count; 2964
‘Don’t do this—’
‘I’m doing this for you.’
You shook you head, tears rolling down your eyes.
‘No, Peter. You’re doing this for you.’
Peter had to break up with you. By having you involve in his
Spider-Man life—it’s too dangerous. Too dangerous for yourself and everyone
around you. He didn’t want to risk hurting you in any possible way.
yalit meme [3/10] series or books ≡ the song of achilles by madeline miller
He was watching me, his eyes as deep as earth. “Will you come with me?” he asked. The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”
time for my messy unwanted unpopular opinion (again..!)
im sorry to say this but the reason half of you are so angry and disappointed all the time is that you take things so…personally. you think you are louis and what you believe his team is doing to him is actually happening to you? like, yall act like louis’ team is purposefully doing “bad” things just to spite YOU personally. i read shit like “i wanna stop supporting/promoting because whats the point his team doesnt want it blah blah blah”. all im gonna say is no need to be so dramatic no one is forcing you to stream in the first place but also stop being obsessed with his team…? you claim to love louis but then wanna ‘punish him’ because of his team lmao…makes no sense.
ppl complaining the promo is bad have literally not been there for niall’s promo but im not surprised because yall only pretend to like him anyway but if you paid attention you would realize louis had better promo than him and the reason why niall is so high now is because most songs take time to build up in the charts. SH debuted at #52 in the US. now its #19.
you have literally no consideration for what louis wants. you automatically assume that if what is happening is not what YOU want, then louis also doesn’t want it. you think he wastes his time in small radio stations? well maybe louis just likes meeting his fans from all over the country instead of always staying in london and seeing the same goddamn stalkers. newsflash: you are not louis. you dont get to decide whats good for him and what isnt, you also can’t get in his head to figure out what he wants.
you constantly project your stereotypes and bias on louis to shit on his own style. getting mad at his haircut - do you even hear yourself? being mad that what he wears looks “cheap” or “chavy” when all of his clothes are totally unaffordable (at least for me) and he fucking likes it. hes also being paid for promoting these designers so i really dont think hes crying at home.
some of you dont wanna admit it but you hate it because you dont think he looks “stereotypically gay” the way harry does with his bright clothes. you think his clothes makes him look too “straight” and “masculine” and for you its incompatible with your belief that hes gay because gay people cant be masculine apparently. there’s also the fact that not liking a style personally (it’s ok we all have tastes) doesn’t make it objectively bad. you not liking it doesnt mean no one can like it.
another portion of you are just deadass angry because he’s (still) closeted and it appears some of you have inherent disgust for that and im not gonna elaborate on how that’s fucked up and none of your business.
i hate when he mentions his gf and his kid as much as everyone else but to act like its bad promo is just wrong. everyone else loves it and it makes him relatable even if its lies 80% of the time. just look at liam. so stop projecting, again, your own feelings into the state of his promo.
again its just the FIRST WEEK of promo its not a disaster if he hasnt been on any TV appearance or done any performance. on the contrary, when all appearances are in the same week, the song DROPS after that because there is no more promo. that’s what all of 1d’s songs ever were: best charts the first week (first 2 days, really) then significant drop.
tl;dr relax a bit, and remind yourself at the end of the day this isnt your life its not happening to YOU and the world isnt ending. bye.
Working as a prostitute (that’s ‘sex worker’ to the decent folks), Castiel has heard more than his fair share of odd requests. When he’s paid to spend a night with Dean Winchester (handsome, dork of all dorks, has a nice car… secretly a cop), the last thing Castiel expects to hear are the words “I wanna make love.” That’s the one thing he’s never done before – so Dean is going to show him how to do it. But then, barely a month after that night is over, Castiel finds himself in a difficult situation, and Dean is mistakenly summoned to help. They begin to share again: Dean’s apartment, the spare bed, their deepest secrets. Over time, with the support of Dean’s brother Sam, a mystery dog, and lots of cuddles, kisses, comfort, and tea, maybe Cas can finally be loved the way he deserves.
Summary: Reader is an actress who is cast in the second Spiderman film and is being interviewed in preparation of the release of the film. SO! MUCH! FLUFF!
Notes: This is a (not so) tiny follow up to this one shot that I posted a few days ago. I’m really surprised that you guys liked it so I wrote this in like an hour instead of going to bed. I’m so excited to watch the film today ahhh I’m gonna explode. Again, I would really love some feedback if you wanna drop something in my inbox or whatever. Okay, I’ll stop talking. ENJOY!!
Could you do a Calfreezy x reader story where they’re both youtubers and do the yoga challenge and their fans ship them?”
“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel!”
Cal’s loud voice boomed throughout the apartment, alerting me to the fact he had started recording. I watched him make his introduction patiently from the floor where I sat cross legged.
“Today I am making a video that’s quite popular as of now, you may have seen Simon and Cal do it and I’m pretty sure even Zoella has done it at some point - it’s the yoga challenge!”
“Woooo!” I cheered. Cal smiled down at me.
“Obviously I won’t be doing this by myself, incase you couldn’t already tell by the high pitched giggles I have someone here to join me, do you wanna introduce yourself?”
Pouting, I pinched his leg before jumping up.
“My giggle is not high pitched! But hi everyone!”
He laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and waved at the camera.
“Yep so I have Y/n here with me today, you guys know who she is, you’ve seen her before but her links will be in the description nonetheless.”
“Damn straight they will,” I interrupted.
“Shut it you. Anyway, Y/n has actually done yoga before so I’m hoping I have a lot to learn - would you say you’re a pro?”
His blue eyes looked down at me. My mind was focused on the fact that his arm was still around my shoulder; I couldn’t help but stutter slightly as his long fingers stroked the exposed skin of my shoulder, where my tank top did not cover.
“A pro,” I repeated, realising I had not yet responded. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m very flexible!”
“Well that’s always good to know,” Cal looked up at the camera and I heard Harry laugh softly from behind it. “Well all of the positions have been chosen by none other than the wroetoshaw, and neither I nor Y/n have actually had a chance to see them yet, so here we go!”
I strolled over to the laptop balancing on the arm of the sofa. Cal filled the filming space with small conversation as I browsed through the photos - some I was familiar with, some seemingly impossible.
“We’ll start with this one,” I called and Cal nodded.
“Where do you want me?”
“Just standing up straight,” I continued to observe the photo in order to memorise the position. “It looks like you just have to hold me above your head.”
“That seems simple enough.” Cal shrugged, and I noticed Harry and Lux exchange a look behind the camera.
I stood in front of Cal, the height difference more prominent than ever. He held out his arms and I leant back into them, instantly being lifted off the ground. One of his hands gripped firmly on my thigh, the other on the centre of my back. We held this for a couple of seconds before he placed me back on the ground.
“Well that was simple, what next?”
“Well, this is where it gets a bit more difficult.” My fingers tapped the laptop, scrolling through the many screenshots of poses. “I need you lying down.”
“Lying down?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed and I nodded.
“Yeah, lying down. And then I’m going to balance on top of you.”
“On top, right.”
He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Lux before lying down on his back. I placed one leg on either side of his crotch before bending and placing my hands firmly on his thighs, causing him to squirm slightly. He cleared his throat.
“I’m not gonna lie Y/n I don’t really know where to look right now.”
A laugh fell from my lips.
“Try not to get too excited, Cal.”
“Believe me I’m trying,” he responded under his breath, and I silently questioned whether or not I was supposed to hear it. I kicked my legs. Eventually I reached the final position, performing a hand stand on top of Cal.
“I did it! I actually did it!”
As I attempted to graciously get down Cal squirmed again, causing me to lose grip. I reached out my hand in order to stop me falling and grabbed on to the first thing within distance - not, at this moment, realising I had just so happened to have grabbed onto his crotch.
“Jesus Y/n!” He groaned and I withdrew my hand, my jaw dropping. Lux and Harry erupted into fits of laughter from where they sat on the sofa, and I bit my lip at the camera.
“You know what, I think that’s a great place to end this video,” Cal stood, keeping place behind me. “Thank you guys for watching-”
“You did two positions!”
“Shut up Harry, thank you guys for watching and I’ll see you next time bye!”
Cal ended the video and I gave him a questioning look.
“Cal. That was two poses. How are you gonna make a whole video out of that?”
He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just won’t edit it. It’ll be like one massive bloopers video since the positions took us so long anyway.”
He left the room to go and upload the footage and I sat down on the sofa next to Harry. We engaged in conversation for a while, mainly consisting of him teasing me about Cal. Truth be told I liked him. We hadn’t known eachother all that long - only a year, when I’d met him through the sidemen - but I had developed feelings for him quickly. Nobody knew this, but Harry’s suspicions were soon growing.
Lux re entered the room and I hit Harry’s arm, signalling for him to shut up.
“Alright Cal? Y/n and I are just talking about how she’s gonna fuck Freezy.”
“Oh really, Y/n? It’s funny you should say that actually. Read the comments on the video.”
“It’s uploaded already?” I asked as Lux flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me his phone. I began scrolling through comments.
“Go on, read them out I wanna hear!” Harry exclaimed, and I mentally cursed.
“Top comment: ‘Who’s betting he cut the camera off to fuck her?’ That already has one thousand likes?”
Both boys laughed.
“Second comment - I’ve never seen so much sexual tension in one ten minute video. The next four comments just say shit about us being in a secret relationship.”
“Keep reading,” Lux assured me.
“’Who wants to bet the next video we see of these two is a boyfriend girlfriend tag? This is like Zalfie all over again.’ Then someone just replied saying ‘they 100% are already fucking’…”
“There are some nice ones too!” Freezy interjected as he entered the room. I jumped. “The fans are shipping it, hardcore.”